Out of the cold of the wind and dust
A man in his home adding colours to white washed walls
A blade in a fist and a letter from home
It's good to be missed just when things start to fold
The night's giving hell to an old screen door
Splashes of paint dot the edges of the kitchen floor
Up into bed
Just a bed in a room
And a mirror stained with the words
This is you
This you
When victory
Lays it's hands on me
Oh I won't go on alone
When victory
Lays it's hands on me
I'll give it everything I own
Come and take my blood
And water it down
You don't know what I know
You don't know what I know
And this one should
Bring things around
You don't know what I know
You don't know what I know
When victory
Lays it's hands on me
Oh I won't go on alone
When victory
Lays it's hands on me
I'll give it everything
Everything
That I own
Stuart Wilson-Smith - Victory Lyrics
Stuart Wilson-Smith - Victory Lyrics
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Out of the cold of the wind and dust
A man in his home adding colours to white washed walls
A blade in a fist and a letter from home
It's good to be missed just when things start to fold
The night's giving hell to an old screen door
Splashes of paint dot the edges of the kitchen floor
Up into bed
Just a bed in a room
And a mirror stained with the words
This is you
This you
When victory
Lays it's hands on me
Oh I won't go on alone
When victory
Lays it's hands on me
I'll give it everything I own
Come and take my blood
And water it down
You don't know what I know
You don't know what I know
And this one should
Bring things around
You don't know what I know
You don't know what I know
When victory
Lays it's hands on me
Oh I won't go on alone
When victory
Lays it's hands on me
I'll give it everything
Everything
That I own
A man in his home adding colours to white washed walls
A blade in a fist and a letter from home
It's good to be missed just when things start to fold
The night's giving hell to an old screen door
Splashes of paint dot the edges of the kitchen floor
Up into bed
Just a bed in a room
And a mirror stained with the words
This is you
This you
When victory
Lays it's hands on me
Oh I won't go on alone
When victory
Lays it's hands on me
I'll give it everything I own
Come and take my blood
And water it down
You don't know what I know
You don't know what I know
And this one should
Bring things around
You don't know what I know
You don't know what I know
When victory
Lays it's hands on me
Oh I won't go on alone
When victory
Lays it's hands on me
I'll give it everything
Everything
That I own
Writer: Stuart Wilson-Smith, CSP
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Copyright: Lyrics © TUNECORE INC, TuneCore Inc., O/B/O DistroKid